An interrogation, a Bar-recommended stimulant, and some variously expensive transactions later, Linyabel has a scanner sitting on Bar's surface, whirring away, converting borrowed paper books at many pages a second into sensible electronic formats, and she is finishing up a plate of loaded savory waffles and a slab of goose and a pomegranate pudding for her snack-plus-added-stimulant-related-
An interrogation, a Bar-recommended stimulant, and some variously expensive transactions later, Linyabel has a scanner sitting on Bar's surface, whirring away, converting borrowed paper books at many pages a second into sensible electronic formats, and she is finishing up a plate of loaded savory waffles and a slab of goose and a pomegranate pudding for her snack-plus-added-stimulant-related-
"With conversation, Edie, about our respective worlds. Hi, I'm Emily and this is Edie, we're from Earth, 1986."
"At the moment, Westchester, New York."
"Are all Komarrans as...exceptional as you?"
"Oh, I'm not from Komarr. Eta Ceta, originally. And most of the time these days I live on Barrayar."
"Well, that's better than any expectable alternative, I suppose. And I imagine Ivan is well enough?"
"Good. At this rate perhaps you'll run into my husband. I can only imagine what he'd do with the place; I suppose it will depend on whether he finds it before or after I've told him about it."
"I imagine if I do it will go something like: 'Mark! So good to see you again!' 'Who on Earth are you?'"
"He's pretty unlikely to narrow it down as far as Earth if he doesn't know of the place, and if he does it will be because I told him about it, perhaps mentioning you."
"Yeah. He explained the circumstances of his existence and I summarized the ways my world is different from standard 1986 Earth and we both think Ivan is lovely."
"That's how Ivan can tell the difference between Mark and Miles. Miles doesn't like Ivan quite that much and Mark can't fake it. I just bought a medical scanner."